Mirror Mirror on the Wall, Make Me Skinny then Make Me Fall

By Anonymous, Solon, OH

When you look into a mirror, what do you see? Do you focus on your clothing, the way your hair looks, the shape of your body? I’ve made the mirror my mortal enemy, because whenever I look into it I focus on my shape. It hasn’t always been that way, though. One of the many things I miss about being little was the way no one cared about how they looked or what they ate. I would sit on the couch with a bowl of potato chips, and run up for a second bowl in a matter of minutes. My parents always made sure we had our fruits and vegetables too, but growing up it didn’t seem to matter as much what I ate. I was also your classic tomboy—I played in the mud with the rest of the boys, and wore a t-shirt and shorts. It wasn’t until the summer of 2012, heading into my sophomore year of high school that I started to care about my appearance. I tried a little bit of makeup and bought some prettier clothes, but the biggest change I made to myself that summer was my body.